Fog Of Life

Mountains hidden in clouds,

obscured by fog, just like

the fog of mind that obscures

what’s in front of you.

When the fog lifts, 

the mountains are undeniable.

When the mind clears one sees

the formations called reality.

Awareness, the breeze of delight,

dissipates temporary obscurations.

All the Buddhas say the same thing

again and again.

It’s simple: just follow nature.

A tree never says: “ Hey! I’m a tree!”

A tree has no ambition to become a table.

Why do we insist we are any different?

We are part of nature.

It’s not nature’s fault we don’t act naturally.